The Day Is For Honest Men, The

But Woe To Him, Who Left To Moan, Reviews The Hours Of Brightness Gone.

Cowards Do Not Count In Battle; They Are There, But Not In It.

Misery Is The End Of Those With Unbridled Mouths.

The Variety Of All Things Forms A Pleasure.

Since We Are Mortal, Friendships Are Best Kept To A Moderate Level, Rather Than Sharing The Very Depths Of Our Souls.